Je m'appelle Luc Stumph
002
I sat in the living room thinking about what to get Luc for Christmas, which just happened to be in a few weeks. I had already gotten most of his presents, but nothing really big. My job paid pretty well, I worked from home as a website designer.
"Luc, do you want pizza for dinner?" I called as I walked down small hallway to Luc's room. I usually spoke English around him, I wanted him to be able to speak both English and French. Once again he had Fall Out Boy on, it was their new cd Take This To Your Grave. The odd thing is I never told him his father was in the band, I had to wonder if he some how put two and two together.
"Qu'est-ce qu'il vous avez comme la pizza?" He yelled back before turning off his stereo and walking out of his room. I smirked at him, he looked a lot like his father. Blond hair, blue eyes, chubby cheeks. He even picked up his father's passion for music, we danced around the living room to our favorite bands all the time.
"Le fromage." I replied. Luc grinned and nodded, before following me into the kitchen. He sat down on one of the stools at the counter as I put the pizza in the oven.
"So Luc, what do you want for Christmas? L'anglais." I asked, sitting down across from him.
"Non, la mère!" He exclaimed, Luc liked speaking French more but like I said, I wanted him to be able to speak both.
"Luc." I said warningly.
"Fine, I want to meet my father for Christmas." I wasn't really sure how to reply to that one. I haven't even talked to Patrick since I left, just thinking about him made my eyes water. Could I deal with facing him without completely breaking down? The man had staked his claim on my heart and it was still there.
"Luc..." I started, trying to find the right words.
"Please Mom? I really want to meet him, you always say how great he was." Luc pleaded, using his adorable puppy-dog face. The little snot knew I couldn't resist that one.
"Fine." I sighed, I had no idea how I was going to accomplish this though. Unless....
"Luc, do you know if Fall Out Boy is coming to France anytime soon?" I asked, knowing how in love he was with the band.
"Uh, yea. In two weeks, why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering." I said, trying to play it off as nothing. At least I knew how I was going to find him again. Now there's only a few factors left in the way;
1. Purchase tickets.
2. Find Patrick.
3. Tell Patrick about Luc.
4. Get ready for tears, lots and lots of tears.
"Luc, do you want pizza for dinner?" I called as I walked down small hallway to Luc's room. I usually spoke English around him, I wanted him to be able to speak both English and French. Once again he had Fall Out Boy on, it was their new cd Take This To Your Grave. The odd thing is I never told him his father was in the band, I had to wonder if he some how put two and two together.
"Qu'est-ce qu'il vous avez comme la pizza?" He yelled back before turning off his stereo and walking out of his room. I smirked at him, he looked a lot like his father. Blond hair, blue eyes, chubby cheeks. He even picked up his father's passion for music, we danced around the living room to our favorite bands all the time.
"Le fromage." I replied. Luc grinned and nodded, before following me into the kitchen. He sat down on one of the stools at the counter as I put the pizza in the oven.
"So Luc, what do you want for Christmas? L'anglais." I asked, sitting down across from him.
"Non, la mère!" He exclaimed, Luc liked speaking French more but like I said, I wanted him to be able to speak both.
"Luc." I said warningly.
"Fine, I want to meet my father for Christmas." I wasn't really sure how to reply to that one. I haven't even talked to Patrick since I left, just thinking about him made my eyes water. Could I deal with facing him without completely breaking down? The man had staked his claim on my heart and it was still there.
"Luc..." I started, trying to find the right words.
"Please Mom? I really want to meet him, you always say how great he was." Luc pleaded, using his adorable puppy-dog face. The little snot knew I couldn't resist that one.
"Fine." I sighed, I had no idea how I was going to accomplish this though. Unless....
"Luc, do you know if Fall Out Boy is coming to France anytime soon?" I asked, knowing how in love he was with the band.
"Uh, yea. In two weeks, why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering." I said, trying to play it off as nothing. At least I knew how I was going to find him again. Now there's only a few factors left in the way;
1. Purchase tickets.
2. Find Patrick.
3. Tell Patrick about Luc.
4. Get ready for tears, lots and lots of tears.
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Yea... it's really short, but at least it's an update. =]Translations:
Qu'est-ce qu'il vous avez comme la pizza
What kind of pizza do you have?
Le fromage
Cheese.
L'anglais
English.
Non, la mère
No, Mother.
So yea.. I'm continuing the story =D
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Ohh, and the title of the story means 'I call myself Luc Stumph.' for those of you that were wondering.